Okay, finished
Midnight Mass.
I think I've seen every Mike Flannigin movie and TV show outside of Bly Manor which I skipped and...I think this is the worst thing he's written. It was just so pointless and felt like a waste of 7 hours+
Really didn't enjoy the ending.
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First of all, the show is way too mean-spirted, even for horror.
Not only do they kill our main guy, then they shoot and kill the doctor and kill the Sheriff.
And the main antagonist, the most annoying preachy hypocrite religious woman ever put on film (and there are a lot of people who have played this trope in films), you expect a big satisfying fuck you death come uppance and nope, she just gets burned up like everyone else. Idk, I wanted a way more brutal death for her given the build up of seven hours of putting up with her shit as a villain. Was not very satisfying.
And the kill them all ending's been there, done that before. Doesn't feel like this show is doing anything particularly original or interesting.
Also more logic issues where everyone freaks out that there's nowhere on the island to hide from the sun now that the houses have burned, as if there aren't spots of shade throughout that they could survive in until nightfall when they can put some wood together and build a simple structure.
Basically the Hamish Linklater gave a great performance, but the rest was pointless.
Idk, I feel like maybe this show was meant to have had more meaning for religious people, but as a non-religious person it was just a slow paced show that went nowhere with a lot of logic holes and dumb characters.
Reading some of the negative reviews and this pretty much sums up my issue with the ending from a satisfying story perspective:
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"In Midnight Mass, though, what connects and unites the community is the false hope that God is working miracles on Crockett Island. Rather than allow that horror to fully sink in, however, Midnight Mass avoids the question of long-term consequences. In an insulting twist, it presents the priest whose murderous deception jump-started its entire plot — and who’s been intentionally secretly poisoning his congregation for weeks! — as a well-meaning man motivated purely by faith and love, a good guy in the end.
And Flanagan, despite indicating to the Times that he leaned toward rationalism and humanism rather than belief in the divine, apparently needs hopeful endings so much that he even chooses to sidestep revealing whether there will be long-term consequences to Paul and Bev’s botched plot to bring on the apocalypse. Rather than allow the perpetrators, or any of the townspeople who’ve joined in the hysteria, to face earthly justice for their crimes, the show ends, instead, with a sweet montage in which they all sing hymns and comfort each other. The sheer horror of this moment — that the townspeople are so consumed with religion that it has destroyed them — gets subsumed in a wash of rosy cinematography and the moving strains of “Nearer, My God, to Thee.”
Is that a beautiful, moving ending for most of the series’ viewers? Most likely. It’s just that to so many horror fans, a belief in God isn’t a comfort: It’s the ultimate false hope. For me, Midnight Mass’s conclusion feels less like a soothing balm in a moment of crisis, and more like an outright lie."
